Men Use The Night To Erase Us.

For A Mother The Project Of Raising A Boy Is The Most Fulfilling Project She Can Hope For.

Can Women Make Use Of Men's Vulnerability Not To Marry But Instead To Destroy Male Power?

Pornography Incarnates Male Supremacy. It Is The Dna Of Male Dominance. Every Rule Of Sexual Abuse, Every Nuance Of Sexual Sadism, Every Highway And Byway Of Sexual Exploitation, Is Encoded In It.

Men Love Death. In Everything They Make, They Hollow Out A Central Place For Death, Let Its Rancid Smell Contaminate Every Dimension Of Whatever Still Survives. Men Especially Love Murder. In Art They Celebrate It, And In Life They Commit It. They Embrace Murder As If Life Without It Would Be Devoid Of Passion, Meaning, And Action, As If Murder Were Solace, Stilling Their Sobs As They Mourn The Emptiness And Alienation Of Their Lives.

We Are Born Into A World In Which Sexual Possibilities Are Narrowly Circumscribed. . . . We Are Programmed By The Culture As Surely As Rats Are Programmed To Make The Arduous Way Through The Scientist's Maze, And That Programming Operates On Every Level Of Choice And Action.